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Unraveling
The skyline washed out; the simpleton began his retreat.
Birds, once array, shifted along with ever plate.
"I'm lost, I'm lost," upon unheard ears, consumed by vanity.
The world's core is a slanded dream; have my eyes fallen to my sleeve?
Every tear reaches the ground so easily. I'm lost, I'm lost.
"Where are the eyes I once saw? Have they become unseen...
Butterflies ripped off their wings? Jupiter so close by, there's no screams."
The silence unscrews my very being; I'm spiraling, simpleton.
I'm unknown to spring.
© starrose
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